Short Lazarus Poems

God may four days late
Like He did to Lazarus
He's still on time....

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Butterfly effect;
			Your wings create thunderstorms,
			Transformation rains
			Onto my Lazarus heart
			To be reborn once again....

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loud celebration
winged flowers of Lazarus
nature’s snooze alarm


5/29/2018

--Magicicada –poetry contest
--Maureen McGreavy -...

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Lazarus
lassos
What?
lasso
lassos 
we laugh out
lasso
lesson 
capital riot 
cattle catch
what a stitch
but we laugh 
A rope, right?
lassos
idiot time...

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I have lived for Thirty years
Yet I feel antiquely old
Aged and grey, my youthful fears
That my Beauty may grow cold
Am I as Awful as I appear?
I've no more Suitors in the fold…...

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too beautiful for me? okay
I arrange my fluids
in curve ecstasy

a vibrant meditation
and it is all

I will be philosopher of love
an esthete of the bodies

without desire
without passion

a pure soul...

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Lazarus lay
he’s dead they moan
and say, he reeks

now skin and bone
four days gone yield
God's own power

as the man spoke
the dead woke fresh
and broke death’s hold


Charles Henderson for 
Nette's Than Bauk contest...

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Patience of purity
         Testament of Time
                   Marble  Crypt Unscathed

Hopeful happiness
           Spirit Quest
                    Lazarus Unscathed

Prince of Peace
          Christian Dream
                  Jesus Unscathed...

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She came to church with a golden heckle bird on her head.
If I came like that, I’d be embarrassed, and my face would be red.
The preacher told the story about Lazarus coming back from the dead.
Heckle bird got so excited “That’s probably a lie!” he said....

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I drowned in the ocean of tranquilly
I was like driftwood
turning deeply in the empathic sea

My orbs
became my listening device
soft mud preserved my rib cage

In the eyes of the believer
I sojourn  meekly
anointing the hereafter
hungry like Lazarus
with my long knows...

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Love afore stept                                                                                                                              the Lord wept as                                                                                                                                  He kept His oath...

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Boots
in the closet;
I wait for them to walk
so I can follow.

Wallet
in my drawer;
he needs his license, money,
not a lot, 

t-shirt,
pair of pants,
running shoes,
his watch,

binoculars,
field guide, 
floppy hat.
I won’t forget.

I’m ready, boots;
lead me;
it’s not too late;
it’s not.

©Kathryn Collins 
June 14, 2007...

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Oh, the morns – with the freshness
of the birds.
That child, that used to jump
like at hopscotch
(not to step over shadows).
The florescence of the distant almonds …
And those wild sunflowers
I gift to you
(on my palms the wind
is coming down).
Words meaning nothing
as:
“Lazarus, come out!” 
God!
Grant Hopes....

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ONLY THE DREAMER DIES…

The arid winds steal
     Our tears.
The sterile dust tease
     Cystic hopes
Of dreams deferred.

At shrines of Lazarus
     Visions
Beckon the faithful
     Silencing
 The wailing discontent:

Only the dreamer dies; the dream
     Lives on.
Only the dreamer dies; the dream 
     Lives on....

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Head cold
Gets old

Night rough
Nose stuffed

Wake up
Ache up

Eyes fried
Eyes pried

Somewhat
Glued shut

Nose snot
A lot

Annex
Kleenex

Rough cough
Head off

Bad hack
Attack

Slow scene
Feel mean

Suspect
Day wrecked

Not well
What smell?

Detect
Inspect

Take heart
Jumpstart

God’s bean:
Caffeine!...

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Awakening from "Slavery in Egypt"
I head downstairs to check my e - mail 
and eat a free breakfast 
My stomach satisfied 
I pick up a pen and write an ode 
Poetry grows on the fabled Lower East Side 
Where my grandparents came 
when they fled attacking Cossacks 
and took flight to the USA
and one of my grandmothers 
was in the Emma Lazarus club
Take that, Trump!...

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I guess weird is wonderful, eh,
Let's place the fair in welfare today,
Yeah, right, a quest for all our pollies,
Myriad challenges for equity,
True, misery loves comedy,
Someone writes their political scripts,
Listening to Parliament gives me the blip,
Best to off turn the switch,
Pray for a Lazarus economy,
Yes, misery loves comedy....
But, really not that funny!...

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I'm on a Evangelist quest
Lazarus effect 
BAPTIZED the blasphemous flesh 
Examining the text
Passion of Christ
Compassionate about life
For having a compassion for sacrifice
Demons have compassion  of poltergeist 
I have a passion for light you cant imagine what's umimagined in my sights
 An I use my passion to write
As a fashion to strike
My thoughts to flash the storm...

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Love from His heart is like,
Lazarus called...come forth!
Legions of angels watch!
Liberation of souls!
Light shining...guiding lives!
Liturgy gracing souls!
Labyrinth with a clear path!



Comments:  A Pleiades is a poem with seven lines.  Each line starts with the 
same letter.  The title normally has one word.  The poem focuses on the title or 
subject. The subject here is God’s love for us....

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Listen to poem:

*Image of Divine by Pixabay.

Divinity

Divinity, heavens being,
global, ubiquitous,
an omniscient, the all-seeing,
supreme, victorious,

Lazarus he raises,
Bible scripture phrases,
Holy Spirit praises,

The Trinity,
Divinity.

2022 January 27
*1st Place*
QUIETUS (Jan 2022 edition)
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2022 February 20

HMS & PSS: 8686, 666, 44
RZ & RHY: RhymeScheme; abab, ccc, dd...

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I had seen some horrible scenes 
When I was dead 
I wish I could give their description 
But I was fed something 
Even its name I forget
But I wonder
How all the things I did remember 
What I had done here 
Before my resurrection 
However,  I rejoice, 
One life two deaths 
You should have given too 
To make this world beautiful 
But a trick has been played 
And played so well 
That the mystery of creation 
Remain  unrevealed...

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Ghost Mall


The chess king
	still searches for
his foxmoor inside
	the ghost mall;
she slips behind
	a casual corner
somewhere
	down by the Gimbels
sipping an Orange Julius
	with Hot Sam.
No one sees 
	the old 
 bypass men		
traipsing around
	the dry fountains
overandover
	in their white
 Kinney’s
others
	loop-de-loop,
over the Scoop
and under the 
	kiosk bone fields
stopping to 
 	prayby
the Lazarus door...

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Lazarus died--and had been in the grave
four days

Jesus called His death as sleep- -but Lazarus
was dead

Sleeping- -the dead are in their 
sleep

When a person is dead - -he or she is 
a lifeless creature

No longer have any life- -thoughts- -reason- -
or existence

Lie in the ground- -returning
to dust

Someday, All to be raised - -to Eternal Life
or Eternal Perdition

chipepo lwele
special dedication to Mr & Mrs Lwele Pensulo...

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morton salt girl crying in the rain
   frailly under her umbrella.

   Alkaline blink how she 
crys when I sink.

 a little lower 
than usual this time.

Getting to drunk to remember
 to rhyme.



So I find Find a little strength and 
 gather a few  bones .

these ressurect my burdened
 lazarus returning to you.

   the right side of the bed
   with my head imprint
   still on the pillow

  come closer she says
  my morton salt girl...

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Today's political agenda,
For political puppets--
Manipulated by the powers that be,
Hoping for a Lazarus economy,
Games people play,
Any miracles today?
Mystical revival,
Elections--farcical,
Candidates--comical,
Tweedledum?
Or Tweedledummer?
Yes, games people play,
Miracles on the agenda today?
Made any jobs today?
Not for the old, for the young,
Their careers not even begun.
Hoping for a Lazarus economy--
Who are the powers that be???????...

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